We never do what I want to do.

Yum yum.

Beetles.

Man, every now and again I'm reminded how fucking lucky I am to have been obsessed with those books in middle school.

It is a good constitution, bront.

We won, in case anyone was worried.

Gotta love six dudes and an elk squaring up on a hundred wyverns. The GM desperately muttering as he adds more figures to the encounter while Roll20 starts pulling so many resources my PC sounds like it wants to achieve liftoff.

My TTRPG group is working our way through Kingmaker while doing everything we can to avoid engaging with the mass combat rules.

I think we are approaching the point where we will make the GM literally insane.

Well, all the cocaine has fentanyl in it now, so I'm fresh out of alternatives.

No, but I did buy a fresh box of Celsius powder.

Okay. Let's do 10 plus miles tomorrow and also do it again the next week and a half. With some nighttime trail running.

In the interest of full disclosure, Reena is my wife and I will materially benefit from this book doing well. However, I would not lie to you about the quality of a story under any circumstances.

Except if the circumstance was that the lie was EXTREMELY funny.

One of my favorite moments in recent fiction is from a fantasy novel where a gang of bandits have the heroes surrounded and out numbered, realize the heroes include a berserker paladin of a dead god, and the bandits surrender. It felt very refreshing.

I just finished THE TRICKY BUSINESS OF FARIE BARGAINS by @reenamccarty.bsky.social. It is really good with appropriately monstrous and likable fairies, enough food and food similes/metaphors that you'll be hungry unless you're actively eating while reading, and probably too much hiking.

I am over on r/fantasy today answering questions about The Tricky Business of Faerie Bargains (or anything else! It's right there in the name!)
Come say hi!

The MAYOR came to Reena's book event!

Out TODAY, even. I'm listening to the audiobook right now.

I will say, I'm glad the mad king rescheduled the apocalypse. My wife has a book release event tonight and it would have really brought the mood down.

Calling my congressional delegates and daring them to prove me wrong that they're spineless, miserable cowards who will never stand in the light of god.

You know. Like you do.

I was there when she took this picture!

But YOUR house probably doesn't have too many copies! If you want one for yourself, you can get a signed copy from our local indie bookstore: factandfictionbooks.com/book/9780316...

I'm getting her book from the library! You can, too!

(Also, there are so many copies of this book in our house. I think Reena would be actively angry at me if I bought myself a copy.)

Dracula? He hungy.

Well. I was wrong about one thing. Nobody had any interest in fixing any of the stage show's Act II problems. They just made it longer.

Gotta be clear: It isn't BAD. Which, I guess, is kinda an improvement on the source material.

But there's a lot of movie left to go, so maybe I shouldn't jinx it.

If this was the stage show I'd be almost done.

This is an incredibly cold take.

We are watching "Wicked: For Good" (2025, dir. Jon M. Chu) and an hour in, I gotta say, it sure was a choice trying to fix the problems with Act II of the Broadway show by making it twice as long with a lower percentage of the runtime devoted to Bangers.

Probably until you get your edits back.

But am I wrong?